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I'm Julie, otherwise known as Mamita. I'm married to the greatest man on earth. His name is Steve, or Daddy. We have 4 kids, three homegrown and one heartgrown from the beautiful country of Guatemala. This blog is about our family, our faith, adoption, therapeutic parenting, and anything else I feel the need to talk about. It is both a family record and free therapy for my crazy life. Come along for the ride if you want.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The cicadas are out. Can you hear them? I should ask, can you hear yourself think? Are you shouting to be heard across the table? The 13 year cicadas have emerged from the ground. They chose our yard to swarm in.

I can relate to the Egyptians during Moses' time. This is just gross!

This is our light pole.

The tree out front.

The base of the tree, up close and personal.

Here is a new one that just emerged from molting.

These have red eyes and fake black eyes on their back.

Some have found their way into our basement. YUCK!

They fall on you when you walk. They crunch under your feet. The whole ground literally is moving. I think I'll stay inside for a while.

1 comment:

We get brood X here - every 13 years. You would think the world was ending the way people act. I hate the noise of them and them being everywhere when I cut grass. Our infestation was 2004. I am thankful we are done for a while.